Page 135 of Bastian

But I am a man who enjoys spilling the blood of anyone who hurts Arianna.

It brings me great pleasure.

And this fucker intended to hurt my woman, and for that… Well, he must pay.

I take in a deep breath, crouch down, and slice the man’s neck from ear to ear. I watch the blood squirt all over both of us. His body now convulsing before movement ceases completely.

Standing to my feet, I hold out the knife to Armando, and he smiles at me. “Always good to see you, Mr. President.” He nods and gets to work on disposing of the body while I turn to Banning and smile from ear to ear.

“Fuck, that was quick, gruesome, and quite a show, boss.” Banning laughs, then hands me my jacket. I shrug it on and pass through the metal doors that lead outside. Once, I stood back as criminals handled the darker side of my business and did the torturing themselves, but for her…

For Arianna Luna Parisi, I am the judge, jury, and executioner. Forever holding an unmatched power. Looking down at the blood staining my white shirt, I smile.

This is who I have become. All in the name of love.

When I climb inside the waiting car, I feel a buzzing in my pocket. Reaching inside my suit, I pull out my phone and see a new message notification.

Speaking of the beautiful devil.

Wife: Where are you, Sebastian?

Smiling like a fool, I text her back.

Me: Why are you awake this late?

Wife: Why are you out this late?

Me: Needed to handle business.

Wife: I suppose it has nothing to do with your presidential duties by how late it is.

Arianna is not naive nor is she weak, and both sides of me never scared her. Not even when she was an eighteen-year-old girl.

Not once was she afraid of the things I was capable of.

That is one of the many reasons why I love this woman.

She is similar to me.

In almost every way.

Some say opposites attract, but that was not the case with us.

I am her, and she is me.

We fit.

Perfectly.

Me: Go to bed, baby. I’ll be home soon.

I find myself amused when I see the little three dots that tell me she’s typing a message. They appear and disappear for almost a minute before a message pops up.

Wife: Stay safe and come home.

Wife: *White heart* ??

Pocketing my phone, I feel the scars of my attack. Before the shooting, they would have made me want to send her ass away from my world and keep her safe where no one could hurt her, but that is just not possible now.

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